[Prospering || Book 3]

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»"i come to where you at..."

Los Angeles, CA;

The night was rainy and peaceful and Paris had finally got the girls into bed. She sat in the living room, quietly listening to music as she drew in her sketch pad.

There was a knock at her door and she looked at time on her phone, seeing that it was almost ten o'clock at night.

She sighed and sat her book down, making her way to the front door. She stood in front of her spoke.

"Who is it?" She called, biting the corner of her lip.

"It's me, baby." Bryson voice came from the other side. A smile spread across her face.

She opened the door and saw a soaking wet Bryson standing in the hallway of their condominium. She pulled him in and kissed his lips.

"Hey, baby. What in the world are you doing here?" She asked, giving him a confused look.

"I know I'm suppose to be resting for the show, but I was thinking about you and I know we didn't get to spend much time together today." He said, taking at seat at the bar.

"But won't your team be mad. You're at a hotel for a reason, Bryson."

"Team... Wife? I think I don't give a fuck what my team wants cause I want to see my wife. Now can you come here, please?" He asked smiling.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him, letting him wrap his arms around her tightly.

"I miss you.." She mumbled, resting her head in the crook of his neck, "I feel like you've been away forever and you still have forever and a half to go."

"It'll be over before you know it. Me, you and the girls and gonna vacation like crazy when it's over." He said.

"I just want to be with you. We don't even have to go anywhere." She admitted with a laugh. He pecked her lips and looked at her.

"Are you happy, baby?"

She smiled and nodded, "I'm very happy, Bryson."

"That's all that matters to me." He sighed, "So, what have you been doing since I left earlier?"

"Just running after our babies, that's pretty much it." She shrugged.

"I should wake them up." He said.

"I will murder you, Bryson Tiller." He laughed and shook his head.

"I'm just playing, baby. I came here to spend time with you, anyway." He said kissing her softly on her shoulder.

"That's nice and all but you're on tour, remember? You need to rest." She said, kissing his forehead.

"Well, let's go to bed." He stated, carefully moving her from in front of him so he could stand up.

He grabbed her hand and they walked to their bedroom. Bryson took of his shirt and shoes, before laying in bed next to Paris.

They both lay quietly, listening to the sound of the rain, wrapped in each other's arms. Bryson examined Paris' face as she lay with her eyes closed.

"I love you, Paris." He whispered.

"I love you too, Bryson."